Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Scientists,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.